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Every time I tried to warn my mother, Kael was one step ahead. “Mr. Introv has been acting really paranoid lately, Mrs. Introv. I think he’s stressed about exams. He even accused me of stealing his shoes.” My mother frowned at me. “You told me he pushed you into a locker.” “See?” Kael shrugged sadly. “Delusions.” my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna introv work
This is where it turned evil. Kael began “confiding” in my mother about his tragic past—a fictional story about a former friend who bullied him relentlessly. The details were mine. My weaknesses, my fears, my private struggles I had once told Kael in a moment of forced vulnerability behind the gym. , where the developer interacts with the community
It started with a laugh. Not the loud, obnoxious kind you hear in a crowded cafeteria, but a soft, knowing giggle from the kitchen. I froze at the top of the stairs. That was my mother’s laugh—Yuna Introv, the woman who hadn’t genuinely laughed since my father left three years ago. And she wasn’t alone. Introv has been acting really paranoid lately, Mrs
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